Wash me with your rains JehovahTake the pain awayAll the doubts and second-guessingWeights of yesterdayHow they gain an unearned strongholdDarkening the mindAnd their cousin, sad self-pityHim I’ll often findRobbing nights of Your refreshmentTossing to and fro’Fearing what might come with sunriseThough You love me so.Still the rains run down our drainpipeFreshening the streetOthers sleep and miss the momentFather’s touch so sweet.Seems to say “I too am cryingIn the moment’s test.Speak to Me, now what’s been hurtingYou may have My best.”Settled now, return to sleepingDroplets bless the groundThank you Lord, this special visitTurned my heart around.